What gives you the right to tell others what to do? You sit in judgement, you can't be wrong, Your infallible power's undeniably wrong. You can kill
Hi, I have a message to April LaPine from America's heartland Socks go on your feet, not your arms If God wanted 'em on your arms, he would've put Little
Canadian, K.D Lang is a Canadian, Martin Short is a Canadian, Predare Trudeau, is a Canadian, Micheal.J.Fox is a Canadian, Lesley Nealson is a Canadian
I would stay for a week in l.a. trying to make my dreams come true and california is on my mind she was here till the end of may now that wind is blowing
Jimmy and his friends, i know, are in the park all drunken i?m staring at the sun alone but what can i desire? I no longer know i?m wishing for a week
You feel down as people change in the sky the clouds are cryin? she wants more than you could give oh my god, it?s all you had welcome to the losers
Marty mcfly sticked on the wall while setting his delorean in the bedroom a sailing ship runs through the sea they?re coming over to set you free from
Holidays in a summer place drinking beer with you five years ago in your hands i?ve lost my friends i fell down into you discovering new vibrations
News, good news, don?t you know? It?s the end of the contemporary age snow and deers will return in town and tears will not just be untrue and this
You and i down the star system gear up in the sky it?s full of shines tenderness no one else sharing this wonder, i beg you now let me see the picture
All day in a train i?m full of thoughts once again future has come in my town between clouds and snowflakes how many supernovas up in the space? How
These days it seems to go just out of your time new hair cuts, today cigarettes smoke really don?t belong to you the sand dunes, the canyons, find out
She?s sleeping on the couch while the tv is on and loud the background is the moon a step closer to him all the troubles she has fade away she is moving
I can survive this world I?ve found another place I breathe the snow that you hate The road will be so long I?ll meet a polar bear Some penguins and
From the cold Alberta plain You're a drifter passin' through I know you'll be back again You disappear into the blue I think I'm a lot like you But just
Hi. I have a message for April LaPine from America's heartland. Um, socks go on your feet not you're arm. If God wanted 'em on your arms, he would've
Traducción: Bif Naked. Canadenses.
Traducción: Canadian Bush Party. Os canadenses são os melhores.
